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Again, love has deviated from me,
And I'm inobservant of my surrounding here;
My thought are of what we should be,
But I've undergone several dusks of a falling tear,
Leaving me desolate, fretful, and in pain;
It happened to me once you left;
Someday, I would like to heal the insane;
Still today, one cannot mend oneself.

Alone, I still seem to have been
As I cried out through the void inside,
Because my soul is broken within;
No longer can I bear to hide
The voice and the sobs of a lost man;
I remain to muse why you abhor me,
When I've tred to fathom as much as one can;
Yet, there's an onus that one cannot see.

For, love has deprived me of my pride;
Not a single being could make it change
After many have seen how hard I've tried
To alter my tone to splendid from the strange;
I've endeavored to maintain
My composure and driven will;
However, my strengths were detained,
Because one's heart is broken still.

Facetiously, insulting petulance has mold
Me into the mediocre man I have become today;
There are many things I've been told
And keeping a love was nothing to hear or to say;
Yet, I still weep each sunrise within
And I cry out for you every sunset;
Hoping to share the dites of one's love again,
But one's longings are unmet.

Aggressively, the term love is so potent
That your absence has smitten me so hard
Where I am now calm rather than flamboyant;
This happens when a lady breaks your heart;
Love has shown me the oblique way of a beauty
And I imponed a great deal of heartache,
But one cannot end such a calling or a duty;
One must accept it with all the heartbreak.

Bodaciously, I chose a love in which I could fall;
Little did I know what was in store
Love fooled me and I didn't see it coming at all
And I don't want to cry anymore;
I can no longer endure such agonizing pain
For a picayune of only loving you;
Why does one deserve a face with a moist tearstain,
If one never philandered before bidding adieu?

Lenitively, I write to stay placid
Through these detrimental evenfalls so obscure;
I have become not just weak, but flaccid
And there is no other remedy for a cure;
Great things may come to others who wait;
As for myself, a fortune comes with its hurts;
So, calamities comes if one must anticipate
Such as a grounded heart to the dirts.

Evidently, there is more out there;
How would I know if love won't let me in?
I am for whom no one would ever care;
How could I believe if loving me is a sin?
Love sallied me and I'm guilelessly alone
With nobody on which to depend;
Seeing as, you are actually gone,
I have lost my vigor and can no longer pretend.